#do what you like

[cocomuffy]

Okay, who let Tim Drake on the internet after 9:00 PM again.

masterlist

[robbiewilliamsffs]

Take That - Do What You Like, 1991

[90rangejuice]

[missliivy]

I dislike a character

I find them incredibly annoying

People who enjoy this character are so welcome here and I know I'm weird for this

I know where you're coming from, they just aren't for me and I'm glad you enjoy them

I have other characters I really hate, this character is not one of them.

They're just a fan favorite who I'm not the audience for.

If you've messaged me previously, you probably know that the character is Spike BTVS.

I just don't like him and I'm very uninterested in Spuffy.

But hey, at least he isn't Riley.

[qin-qin16]

the edits with the most suggestive songs possible are always with Killer and Error...... why?

[alexsshittyworld]

I need more HOTD fics where Alicent and Laenor are besties.

Let the gays gossip.

[jt1674]

[anneimaginesundertale]

He laughs, giving a playful little half salute to Anne.

"Yes ma'am!"

They hug Red a bit tighter before releasing him and opting to take his hand instead. He gave Reds hand a squeeze as he spoke again.

"Mind if I hang out for a while? I know you all're cleaning, and I don't wanna interrupt-"

He looks back to Red

"I could help, or keep you company!"

"Of course you can hang out," Anne says, just as Red says, "Please!" He looks at her with big eye lights. "I got that shelf all done, and he's here now. Break time?"

"I'm not your mom, Red," Anne says fondly. "You go do whatever you want. I already gave you my rules. As far as I know, you're just hanging out with Skulls. I don't know anything about what exactly you're doing." She mimics locking her lips and throwing away the key, then walks away.

Red grins at you. "Break time," he says happily. "What do you wanna do?"

[slythindor100]

25 Days of Draco and Harry - Bonus Prompt

We teased it, and you probably thought we forgot about it during all of our holiday cheer! But we didn't!

Here is your bonus prompt for the 17th Annual 25 Days of Draco and Harry, rounding out an amazingly chaotic 2024.

This prompt is literally for everyone and anyone who has thought about creating this year - and completely optional! It's a little bit of extra festive fun and nothing more.

Bonus Prompt - Pair of Flute Glasses and an Open Fire A pair of long-stemmed flute glasses filled with sparkling wine are set on a dark wood table, with a lit fireplace in the background. Tea light candles and a plate of decorative pine cones are on the table with the wine flutes. Festive garlands of evergreen boughs, red berries, silver tinsel, and silver baubles are visible decorating the room.

[dust-to-dustier]

Candles are seasonal, right? Happy Void Days (26th-30th), everybody! For better or worse, the year's almost over! Enjoy this poem, where I continue to be gay (but less sad)

MELT WITH ME, DARLING:

May I melt upon you dear?

A strange request, I know,

But I am a candle burning at both ends

That craves yet more warmth

And I know yours will not harm me.

And if I can melt upon you dear,

Merge with you in sweet embrace

A hug that lasts forever, please,

Then I know I can relax.

If I can do it, darling, if I could have this,

then no longer would stiff wax need fight

The burning heat of it all

Just to remain upright-

For I would have you, dear,

And like ancient trees or rotting fences

We could lean upon each other.

If I could melt with you, darling,

The warmth would feel like peace.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: March 1, 2000

Lyrics:

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Show me all your loving

And I make you high

Tell me what you like?

Is burning in your eyes

Baby, don't be shy

Your love was no disguise

Tell me what you like

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Do what you like

If you want it like this

Or if you want like that

You've gonna tell me what's inside your mind

You've gonna show me what you really like

If you want me to do

What you really wanna do

You gonna show all your secret's to me

So I can see

Tell me all your fantasy

And now I'll tell you mine

I want you close to me

I want you for tonight

Gonna let your body flow

I don't see nothing wrong

Baby, don't go too so slow

And keeping it going on

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Show me all your loving

And I make you high

Tell me what you like?

Is burning in your eyes

Baby, don't be shy

Your love was no disguise

Tell me what you like

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Do what you like

If you wanna make it real

What you really, really feel

You gonna tell me

And express yourself

Don't put your lovin' on a shelf

If you want us to be one

Not only have some nights of fun

You gonna show all your secrets to me

So I can see

Tell me all your fantasy

And now I'll tell you mine

I want you close to me

I want you for tonight

Gonna let your body flow

I don't see nothing wrong

Baby, don't go too so slow

And keeping it going on

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Show me all your loving

And I make you high

Tell me what you like?

Is burning in your eyes

Baby, don't be shy

Your love was no disguise

Do what you like

What you want tonight?

Show me all your loving

And I make you high

Tell me what you like?

Is burning in your eyes

Baby, don't be shy

Your love was no disguise

Songwriter:

Do what you like

Do what you like

Tell me what you like?

Do what you like

Karsten Dreyer / Barbara Alcindor / Torsten Dreyer

ArtistFacts:

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[90rangejuice]

that awkward moment when you realize ken is literally barlowen's son

[scereplop]

sonnet 60, William Shakespeare

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d, Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight And time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truths And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to time in hope, my verse shall stand Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

One night around a week ago I stayed up till a little past 1 in the morning to memorise this sonnet. I always end up doing something along the lines of this, with some piece of work my brain won't let me stop thinking of, before a language exam of any sorts, and for some (strange, maybe) reason it works wonders each time. Maybe some of my teachers don't believe so, but what matters the most to me is how happy I am with my work. I know to an extent what I am capable of if I be honest with myself, and the way in which I often write my essays can be quite unconventional (and it gets me in trouble loads), so I don't take their words as gospel.

Of the few sonnets that Shakespeare wrote that I managed to read that night, this I would say is probably my favourite. I still have shy of a hundred left to go and my opinion is swayed easily so I don't believe it will remain so for long. But whilst it is, I'd like to relive the world I built around this sonnet during that exam, I'd like to write down what I created as something I can keep; something I can share. It is impossible to rewrite exactly what I had that day, given it has already been almost four days since, and my memory, though not half bad most definitely does not have the capacity to remember a story written in a flurry of ideas though it was I who wielded the pen. But it was I who wielded the pen, and it was I who saw the house the tale took place in, and it was I who lived it through in my mind. So then I am perfectly capable of rebuilding it, flaws and all, and so I will.

Maybe not now though, for there is much of it to speak of and it will take a long time to write it all out with the level of detail I require, and time I do not have at the moment. But I will, eventually. Thankfully stories are timeless and when I do have time for it (in a few days I assume), it will be done. For now I shall only name it, so I can keep this outline as organised as possible with the aid of a tag, but nice names are difficult to come up with. How do I name the road down which a house sat, a house beside the seashore with innards familiar to me, which housed people with familiar faces but not behaviour? I do not truly know this place yet though it feels like I do. I know it, somewhere within me.

I shall give it a codename instead, until I can truly decide. I do know that in my original essay, as I had written it as if I had tried to bring the sonnet to life, I described that road and that house and that seashore as a place 'where time stayed his scythe', and so that it shall remain.

[jue-jack]

Kirby is a star!!!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

girl why the hell WEREN'T you at the devil's sacrament 👀 that's three sacraments in a row you've missed 👀 👀 👀